Here is a blurb about ND Crew from the 1975 Dome Yearbook:
CREW* Will power is something the average student needs in abundance just to make an eight o’clock class. But getting up at 5 a.m. six days a week when you’re a college student indicates one of two things: you’ve either got a tragic case of insomnia or an extraordinary love of a sport.
For the Notre Dame Crew, it’s the latter for certain. Converging on Stepan Center long before the sun rises and more often than not having to push a rickety, blue team bus to get it started, the Crew makes its daily ten mile run to a Mishawaka boathouse on the St. Joe River, five waiting shells and two hours of rowing and rowing and rowing…
Whether you’re a novice learning your skills in the lumbering, slowly sinking Blue Beast, or a varsity oarsman enjoying the sport at its finest the shell knifing through the river while the coxswain shouts “power ten” and seven buddies join you in working up to “ramming speed” you recognize one fact: rowing does get into your blood and you can’t fight it. You just let being part of the Crew become one of the greatest experiences of your life.
